Testimony

I limped into the haven of Blairmore House like some battle scarred warship. Outwardly intact, but within I had severe damage. Below the decks, where heavy shells had penetrated the armour plating, they had exploded deep inside. I was still in the thick of adapting to a new church; functioning outwardly but inwardly longing to retreat behind a thick smokescreen.

In this state I reached Blairmore. The stillness was overwhelmingly sweet. The relief at finding no programme and just a small group, was great. The realisation I was not responsible for anything, a real liberation! Looking back I believe it was the combination of quiet, sleep, good food and the caring attention of the staff – you all made us feel so very special – that enabled me to unbutton the hatches to my soul. The way was then free for the counsellors to help clear the emotional shambles below decks.

I left feeling so restored inwardly and with my spiritual strength renewed.